IN COLLABORATION WITH CODLOREFACTS

LOST SOULS: MARISKA


Dead men wander this land, feasting on the living. If you can call it living.


Transcript:
Mariska: In the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Lord, it is me, Mariska. I do not know if my words reach you any more. I do not know if you care at all about the damned.
Mariska: For that is surely what I am. Damned. And I just want to know...why, Lord? What did I do to end up here?
Mariska: It is not the Hell I expected. No lake of fire. Only a cold, perpetual half-light that somehow seems even worse.
Mariska: Dead men wander this land, feasting on the living. If you can call it living. And I fear they may be...
Mariska: Lord, they are coming! I beg you, protect me. Deliver me from this place! I should not be here! I should not...